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want sum grades (in gaza) Mi really want fi hold dem heads Mi want sum grades Mi nah want nuffing to helpt up Mi head. Mi want sum grades
nice! [Chorus:] Mi want sum grades (in gaza) Mi really want fi hold dem heads Mi want sum grades Mi nuh want nuttin fi hurt up mi head Mi want sum grades
I was a sailor, I was lost at sea I was under the waves Before love rescued me I was a fighter, I could turn on a thread Now I stand accused of the things
pretty It's time to get witty From city to city Hey There Home Girl (Hey) Better yet say hey kitty kitty It's time to get witty From city to city [Verse 2
s time to get witty From city to city Hey There Home Girl (Hey) Better yet say hey kitty kitty It's time to get witty From city to city [Verse 2] [Daddy
good for goodness sake [Repeat chorus] [Verse:] Little tin horns And little toy drums A rooty-toot-toot And a rumpa-bum-bum Santa Claus is coming to town [Bridge 2
's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games wit' me But before I go, betta leave my dough Verse 2: [Missy] I'ma
wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes [Verse 2] Thses bitches they
rauscht, als wurde er mir etwas sagen, koennt ich schwoeren, deiner Stimme zu lauschen ich spure nen winzigen Hauch ich koennte wetten meine Fingerspitzen bohren sich grade
so how they treatin you up there Two steppin for a cane, way too cool Sleepin' at your house, walkin' me to school Thought I was a fool when my grades
a lot of times that I can say em' I can talk about the fact that I'm a rapping caucasian. Talk about going to school and getting bad grades. Talk about
Jump!) (Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!) Fuck this shit right now, I'm checking out (Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!) (Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!) [Verse 2
go Skinny Dippin If Oyran momma come home His ass gon get a whippin On punishment for tha grade period But right now T.U.G Clique aint hearin Shhhhhhh (Platinum status..TUG..B2
till I loose my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind I gotta staay on my griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ii iiiiiiiiind... I'm gon be hustlen till I loose my miiiiiiiiiiiiind... till I loose my miiiii iii iiiiiiind [Verse 2